If your hand could reach inside my heart, what would you do with it?

Would you rip it out?

Maybe you would choose to let it go?

Is it not the same?

I still am left with a hole in my heart.

Whether it's because you're gone, or my heart is gone.

It's a hole made by you.

You'll leave me broken, battered, and bruised.

Or you'll leave me empty and in search of something, anything to fill the void.

You, Will, Be My Downfall.